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Pumpkin Spice is in the air, a delightful treat, that is oh-so sweet!
Autumn's joy in every sip, so nice
Cheers to Pumpkin Spice, a flavor paradise!Ā
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Unleash your inner poet and share your heartfelt thoughts on pumpkin spice in verse! Whether it's a sweet ode or a playful jest, we want to hear it all.
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Guidelines
- Theme: Your poem should revolve around the love-hate relationship with pumpkin spice.
- Length: Keep it concise, around 4-8 lines, but feel free to let your creativity flow!
- Submission: Submit your poem below in the comments section and one lucky winner will be selected!
- Deadline: Entries must be submitted by September 28th to be considered.
Prizes
- One Grand Prize: A Deluxe Lolli & Pops Pumpkin Spice Prize Pack filled with seasonal treats.
How We'll Choose
Our team will select winners based on bits ofā¦CREATIVITY, LOVE, JOY and the emotional resonance of your poem.Ā
The winners will be announced on September 29th on our social media channels, so be sure to follow us on Instagram and Facebook!
Join us in celebrating the delightful pumpkin spice season with your poetic prowess. Let the verses flow, and may the sweetest words win!
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Comments (16)
Pumpkin spice, oh how we adore,
The autumn flavor we all implore. š
My mom, my siblings and I canāt resist
But my dad and pumpkin spice donāt coexist
Its warmth and sweetness fill the air, š„
A scent thatās truly beyond compare. š
But then my thereās dad, who just wonāt budge,
He turns his nose up, wonāt even nudge.
Despite his quirks, we still unite,
Pumpkin spice forever, day or night. š„§
Pumpkin spice, oh how we adore š
The autumn flavor we all implore
My mom, siblings, and I, we canāt resist, š„§
But my dad and pumpkin spice donāt coexist
Its warmth and sweetness fill the air, š„
A scent thatās truly beyond compare. š
But then thereās my dad, who just wonāt budge,
He turns his nose up, wonāt even nudge.
Despite his quirks, we still unite,
Pumpkin spice forever, day or night. š
In autumnās embrace, pumpkin spice does gleam,
A love-hate affair, like a vivid dream.
Its aroma, a hug, in a warm cup of grace,
Yet too much of it, an unwanted embrace.
In the fallās sweet dance, we twirl and we sigh,
Pumpkin spice, our fickle love, oh so nigh.
Pumpkin spice
Sounds so nice
Wafts of pumpkin & spices in the air
Here,there,& Everywhere
Do I care?
A cuppa Wont give me scare
Hmmm..Almost there!
Pumpkin pie pumpkin pie
Why why why!
The thought of you leaving makes me cry.
I cannot lie,
The love I have for you is undeniā¦able.
Your sweet delivery can pry,
But like always Iāll see you next time!
pumpkins are orange
owls say āwhooā
fall spices be spicy
and so are you, Boo
Pumpkin spice has come again.
Eat it in the sun.
Drink it in the rain.
Perhaps thereās too much hype in the air.
But itās the taste of autumn
And thatās quite fair.
Pumpkin Spice some love some loathe
They ponder if they are tasting nutmeg or clove
Every year it appears a little earlier
For this I am thankful because each month without it I grow surlier
I love itās flavor in lattes, chocolate and bread
If I lose this contest I will be filled with dread.
Under shade of crimson leaves, the pumpkin patches rise,
swirling into our drinks, our cakes, our candles, our pies,
an auburn spell of warmth, a holiday before the holidays,
not apple crisp, nutmeg, or cinnamon compare to the craze.
Through hay rides and apple bobbing, the sugar rush of Halloween,
we sprinkle pumpkin spice onto any and everything,
wine, shampoo, and dog treatsāwe mayāve had our fill,
but will always await the harvest at fallās first chill.
Pumpkin is orange
fell on a door hinge
hurt both my knees
give me chocolate please